Winter In Boston
Last Monday he went up to Boston
He took his big sweater in case
Now it's below zero in Boston
The poor man got frozen in place
Oh, send back his body from Boston
We'll bury him here in the sand
It's warmer down here in Austin
He wasn't a travellin' man
He thought he could make himself great wealth
Instead he got froze to a door
Didn't know nothin' 'bout weather
He thought that's what sweaters was for
Oh, send back his body from Boston
We'll bury him next to his Pa
I can hear him swearing 'bout Yankees
"Coldest place that I ever saw!"
1-19-20
Contest: Strand Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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